Re Viewing A Broken Hear

t is the moment when you kiss me
And hug me that I feel the pain
Thinking all the while
In said close, tender moment
The shortness of space
The end of time

Between us
The acceptance that the kiss is a marker
of our defeat

The passion shall be short
Time kills
Time buries me again
on the sands of regrets

On the widening space of emptiness
We shall left behind us
That need for more explanations

When you close your eyes
And without a word
You shall go
And be in the arms of the man
that now completely owns you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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